6th Fate
[Action/Scene 1/5:12PM]
[Someone has come back after ten days. You know what they say, "Leave to come back a better man". You may or may not notice it, depending on who you are, but he's certainly a little friendlier now.
The young knight coughed himself back to reality as he groggily slit open his eyes to find a midnight blue sky. It feels like a terrible nightmare come back. From neck to feet, the first arrival's nostalgia only just set in as his mind registered his nerves. Unfortunately, the nerves of his limbs don't register with anything else.]
Where am I...?
[Leon could've sworn he was in...
Settling up to seat, his still-slit eyes gazed at the foaming sea. He looked drowsed, and he didn't care about his unfeeling hands. One thing he couldn't believe though... How could he...?]
...
[From the slightest corner of his eye, looking down, he saw a journal that brought back faint memories. From that point, he knew what happened. It was only common sense at this time.]
I see...
[This bruised mysterious figure still hates this mysterious place. Nevertheless... He'll just have to place some room for a little less inconvenience. He won't be as comfortable as most people, but he'll get around.
Leon stumbled his way back up as his body nervously proposed a walk to the teleporter; picking up and rolling the damp journal in the process.]
... Better be alright...
[Action/Scene2/Forward-dated to 10:36AM]
[Leon could be seen in the plaza, pale and trembling, yet stubborn. His face looked anxiously irritated; impatient. Tiny folds appeared under and towards the bridge of his nose as he struggled his body to walk; stirring small sounds as notice of his shivering. Some sweat could be seen, due to the tyranny he causes his body. The pink cape would cover the rest of his body as he slouched forward just a bit, but a crease line could be seen. If someone (you) happens to be in front of him (Or just walk up), they could faintly see that under that crease, one sleeve is over another. He has never felt so frail.]
... Urgh... A--chih! ...
[Someone has come back after ten days. You know what they say, "Leave to come back a better man". You may or may not notice it, depending on who you are, but he's certainly a little friendlier now.
The young knight coughed himself back to reality as he groggily slit open his eyes to find a midnight blue sky. It feels like a terrible nightmare come back. From neck to feet, the first arrival's nostalgia only just set in as his mind registered his nerves. Unfortunately, the nerves of his limbs don't register with anything else.]
Where am I...?
[Leon could've sworn he was in...
Settling up to seat, his still-slit eyes gazed at the foaming sea. He looked drowsed, and he didn't care about his unfeeling hands. One thing he couldn't believe though... How could he...?]
...
[From the slightest corner of his eye, looking down, he saw a journal that brought back faint memories. From that point, he knew what happened. It was only common sense at this time.]
I see...
[This bruised mysterious figure still hates this mysterious place. Nevertheless... He'll just have to place some room for a little less inconvenience. He won't be as comfortable as most people, but he'll get around.
Leon stumbled his way back up as his body nervously proposed a walk to the teleporter; picking up and rolling the damp journal in the process.]
... Better be alright...
[Action/Scene2/Forward-dated to 10:36AM]
[Leon could be seen in the plaza, pale and trembling, yet stubborn. His face looked anxiously irritated; impatient. Tiny folds appeared under and towards the bridge of his nose as he struggled his body to walk; stirring small sounds as notice of his shivering. Some sweat could be seen, due to the tyranny he causes his body. The pink cape would cover the rest of his body as he slouched forward just a bit, but a crease line could be seen. If someone (you) happens to be in front of him (Or just walk up), they could faintly see that under that crease, one sleeve is over another. He has never felt so frail.]
... Urgh... A--chih! ...